He an' this Glidden--you remember, one of those men at Dorn's house--they are usin' gold.

They must have barrels of it.

If I could find out where that gold comes from! Probably they don't know.

But I might find out if men here in our own country are hatchin' plots with the I.W.W." "Plots! What for ?" queried Lenore, breathlessly.
"To destroy my wheat, to drive off or bribe the harvest-hands, to cripple the crop yield in the Northwest; to draw the militia here; in short, to harass an' weaken an' slow down our government in its preparation against Germany." "Why, that is terrible!" declared Lenore.
"I've a hunch from Jake--there's a whisper of a plot to put me out of the way," said Anderson, darkly.
"Oh--good Heavens! You don't mean it!" cried Lenore, distractedly.
"Sure I do.

But that's no way for Anderson's daughter to take it.